Opening my mouth to apologize, I turned over to find him asleep. He was propped up against the opposite wall from me with his head resting on his chest.
Slowly, I rose, my body aching from the cold, stone floor and I went over to him. I gently eased him down, so he was laying more comfortably. The edge of his wing brushed across my hand. It felt like velvet and some of the feathers had grown back. Had the Roulex done this to him? They had told me he was injured from a battle.
The bruises and cuts on his face and arms had faded. He had mentioned he had healing powers before, but I never thought it would be this fast.
His full thick lips tempted me. I couldn’t get his kiss out of my mind. His big hands holding me in place, and I longed for his hands everywhere on my body.
Damn, he hadn’t even touched me, except pinning me to the wall by my hips, and I had melted. Didn’t matter what the Roulex were doing to the crying prisoner anymore because the world around us had fallen away.
What had been going on with the screaming and wails earlier? Yeah, I knew this place was a prison, but someone sounded like they were being tortured. Bile burned the back of my throat. For the first time since I signed up with the Roulex and promised them I would do whatever it took to become a surrogate for whoever they wanted, doubt tightened in my gut.
Either they weren’t all what they had pretended to be when they convinced me to come here. Or Dilbert’s insanity was contagious.